Sigh. I succumbed to the accumulated Bitch peer pressure and let a Nordstrom's fitter find the Wacoal bras that best suited me. The fitter was really, really great, and knew her stock and knew which cuts would work.
I am now severely impoverished, but my breasts look great. I don't think I can ever go back to Maidenform.
Nordstrom's fitters are goddesses. I'll be placing myself in their hands as soon as I get a few paychecks, though I think "new shoes" and "haircut" are going to edge out "expensive bras."
Am jealous Betsy!
I went to a fitter at Macy's once who decided I was a B cup. Ummm, no. I actually tried on a few B cups, just to humor her. Ummmm, NO.
I'd love to have someone who knew their shit give it a go. Just need to be able to afford the results, which is not gonna happen in the near future.
Though there would have to be incredible amounts of alcohol or ether involved to get me to West Side Story or Oklahoma live.
How could anyone resist Hugh Jackman in Oklahoma!?
Ded thread.
Sad.
OTOH, I've had gingerbread pancakes, and seen Teppy, so happy.
Weekends are soooooo slow. Makes ya wonder if people might come here to avoid work.
gingerbread pancakes sound amazing - where did you find such a treasure?
I'm trying to clean and rearrange my living room. It's slow going, but I like it. I get a little crazy if I can't rearrange the furniture once every 3 months or so.
Ellie is finally napping. I should now be folding the giant pile of clean laundry on the dining room table.